Crying Lightning

Lời bài hát kèm hợp âm cùng dòng

[Intro 1]
[Am][F][Am][E]
[Am][G][C][E]
[Am][F][Am][E]
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[Verse 1]
[Am]Outside the cafe[F] by the crac[Am]ker factory[E]
You were [Am]practicing a [G]magic [C]trick
[E]And my tho[Am]ughts got rud[F]e,
as you [Am]talked and [E]chewed
On the [Am]last of your [G]pick and [C]mix
[E]Said, "You're mistaken if you're thi[Am]nking that
I [F]haven't been called [Am]"cold" [E]before"
As you [Am]bit into your s[G]trawberry [C]lace
[E]And then offered me your atten[Am]tion in the
[F]form of a [Am]gobstopper[E]
It's all you had [Am]left
and it was [G]going to [C]waste[E]

[Chorus 1]
[Am]Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I love that little game you had called
[Am]"Crying Lightning"
And how you like to aggravate
the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons
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[Am]The next time that I

[Verse 2]
caught my own ref[F]lection
It was [Am]on it's way to me[E]et you
[Am]Thinking of ex[G]cuses to [C]postpone
[E]You never looked like you[Am]rself from the sid[F]e
But your [Am]profile could not [E]hide
The fact you [Am]knew I was
app[G]roaching [C]your throne
[E]With folded arm[Am]s you
occu[F]pied the bench like [Am]toothache
[E]Stood and puffed your [Am]chest out like you
[G]never lost a [C]war
[E]And though I tri[Am]ed so not to suf[F]fer
the in[Am]dignity of a re[E]action
There [Am]was no cracks to g[G]rasp
or gaps [C]to [E]claw

[Chorus 2]
And [F]your pastimes,
con[Dm]sisted of the strange
And [Am]twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had [F]called
"Crying [Dm]Lightning"
And how you like to [Am]aggravate
the icky man on rainy afternoons
[F]Uninvit[Dm]ing
But [Am]not half as impossible as
everyone assumes you [F]are
Crying [Dm]lightning

[Solo 1]
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[Chorus 3]
[Am]Your pastimes, consisted of the strange
And twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game you had [F]called
"Crying [Dm]Lightning"
[Am]"Crying Lightning"
[F]"Crying Lig[Dm]htning"
[Am]"Crying Lightning"
[F]Your pastimes,
con[Dm]sisted of the strange
And [Am]twisted and deranged
And I hate that little game
you had [F]called [Dm]"Crying"